I've Become So Stinking Boring—And I Kind Of Don't Care!

Pre-baby, I liked to think I was an interesting person. I had a career I enjoyed, and I read lots (and lots and lots) of books and saw lots of movies. I spent most of my nights out with friends, and Rory and I took exciting trips, ate at swanky restaurants, and just generally got out of the apartment a lot.

Now all I want to do is be in the apartment. I physically shudder when people try to make plans and I'm feeling overbooked. I spend most of my time with Rory and my best friend, who has a baby who's a month younger than Emmett. Most of our other friends, conveniently enough, also have infants or are expecting, so I get away with blabbering on about sleep training and homemade baby food.

My 30-year-old self would have died of boredom talking to present-day Kim.

"So what do you do for work?"

"I'm a writer. But I'm very busy taking care of my baby. Do you have kids?"

"No."

And then there would be a long pause where present-day Kim tried to think of something interesting to say that doesn't involve babies. And then 30-year-old Kim would excuse herself and go refill her cocktail.

I know my life is baby-centric right now. But that's to be expected, right? I'll eventually become an interesting, functioning member of society again, won't I?

About The Author

Kimberly Fusaro

Born and raised in Rhode Island, Kimberly Fusaro should be a sensible New Englanderbut she isnt. Her hobbies include navigating New York City streets in four-inch heels, stalking the vintage shops on Etsy, and searching for fashion gold at Forever 21. A diehard fan of cherry ChapStick and the Boston Red Sox, she lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and son, who are both awesome.

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